Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Cant Stop

[8b] space, age-in baby

[ts] right right right right

[8b] one time

[ts] beyotch!

[8b] yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you cant retire!

Verse one: too $hort, eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight

I dont stop rappin like my first tapes

When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)

One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)

In eighty-nine, I went on tour with eazy-e (eazy-e)

A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me

Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes

Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo mouth

I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes

Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time

Now Im ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes

But aint nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin vogues

I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness

Im so glad, to get to the point of havin this

Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on

Two years ago, I thought itd be my last song

Me, squeaky, flex and j, on saratoga street

Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats

Eighty-eight, my pockets wasnt straight, but I was makin it

Niggaz like lil tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit

I was right there, on the mob circle, writin raps

All about my snaps, tryin to put ball and g on the map

Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches

Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes

Deliverin hot shit like pizza hut for them hardcore thugs

Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs

Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main

$hort dawg, I dont know why you tryin to leave this game

State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make

Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight

The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you

Thanks for passin game, now lets get out here and make this loot

Chorus: too $hort, eightball, mjg

[ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin

[ts] I got too much money bitch I cant stop rappin

[8b] we some presidential players, with money by the layers

[8b] aint nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us

[ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin

[ts] I got too much money bitch I cant stop rappin

[mj] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes

[mj] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes

Verse two: mjg, too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things right

In this rap life, I paid my dues

Learn how to crawl, before I walk

Then I learned how to tie my shoes

Tryin crime, but it just didnt work for me

Matter of fact it did it worse for me

Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard

It can only do hurt to me

So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride

And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive

Stay alive, go with the flow but dont be no muhfuckin fool

Hell this music thing is all I got, I aint makin straight as in school

And aint wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different

So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isnt

When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing

Cause half the cats, where I come from, dont ever learn they lessons

My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady

Was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby

Mjg, what you see, on tv, is fame

But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game

I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin

I make too much money bitch I cant stop rappin

I live the fast life of a mc

And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats

I could do a show tonight and make ten gs

Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed

Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway

I always, get my dick sucked on the highway

Verse three: eightball, mjg

My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe

Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio

Blowin, niggaz aint knowin, how far this shit is goin

I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them

But Im gon show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes

So ima make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes

Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po

Eightball got flow, mjg

Here comes the one they call the p-i, m-p, never will retire

The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher

Eightball and mjg, too $hort, we all must be

The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be

Fuck so why should we, settle down

Leave the kitchen put the kettles down

Stop from fillin all you hoes

Give up the life of trues and vogues

Hell no, it aint gon happen, this shit too deep

So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

Chorus

[8b] yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind

[ts] pimp shit bitch

[8b] eightball and mjg, now what you weigh me

[ts] $hort dawg in the house, slammin cadillac dos, pimpin hoes

[8b] nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks its too late

[ts] its that old school pimpin all the way from memphis, to oakland

[8b] straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat

[ts] atlanta to houston, we still doin it like this

[8b] yea, new york to l.a.

[ts] beyitch!

[8b] hah, thats right, space age forever, nigga

[ts] t-mix on the funk

[8b] dangerous music, uhh

[ts] suave house

[8b] I love that!

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Verse one: too $hort, eightball From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I dont stop rappin like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly) One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me) In eighty-nine, I went on tour with eazy-e (eazy-e) A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo mouth I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time Now Im ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes But aint nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin vogues I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness Im so glad, to get to the point of havin this Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on Two years ago, I thought itd be my last song Me, squeaky, flex and j, on saratoga street Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats Eighty-eight, my pockets wasnt straight, but I was makin it Niggaz like lil tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit I was right there, on the mob circle, writin raps All about my snaps, tryin to put ball and g on the map Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes Deliverin hot shit like pizza hut for them hardcore thugs Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main $hort dawg, I dont know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you Thanks for passin game, now lets get out here and make this loot Chorus: too $hort, eightball, mjg [ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin [ts] I got too much money bitch I cant stop rappin [8b] we some presidential players, with money by the layers [8b] aint nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us [ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin [ts] I got too much money bitch I cant stop rappin [mj] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes [mj] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes Verse two: mjg, too $hort I had to sacrifice, get things right In this rap life, I paid my dues Learn how to crawl, before I walk Then I learned how to tie my shoes Tryin crime, but it just didnt work for me Matter of fact it did it worse for me Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard It can only do hurt to me So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive Stay alive, go with the flow but dont be no muhfuckin fool Hell this music thing is all I got, I aint makin straight as in school And aint wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isnt When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing Cause half the cats, where I come from, dont ever learn they lessons My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady Was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby Mjg, what you see, on tv, is fame But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin I make too much money bitch I cant stop rappin I live the fast life of a mc And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats I could do a show tonight and make ten gs Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway I always, get my dick sucked on the highway Verse three: eightball, mjg My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio Blowin, niggaz aint knowin, how far this shit is goin I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them But Im gon show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes So ima make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po Eightball got flow, mjg Here comes the one they call the p-i, m-p, never will retire The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher Eightball and mjg, too $hort, we all must be The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be Fuck so why should we, settle down Leave the kitchen put the kettles down Stop from fillin all you hoes Give up the life of trues and vogues Hell no, it aint gon happen, this shit too deep So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga Chorus [8b] yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind [ts] pimp shit bitch [8b] eightball and mjg, now what you weigh me [ts] $hort dawg in the house, slammin cadillac dos, pimpin hoes [8b] nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks its too late [ts] its that old school pimpin all the way from memphis, to oakland [8b] straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat [ts] atlanta to houston, we still doin it like this [8b] yea, new york to l.a. [ts] beyitch! [8b] hah, thats right, space age forever, nigga [ts] t-mix on the funk [8b] dangerous music, uhh [ts] suave house [8b] I love that! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Cant Stop: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/9333.html Все тексты песен: Too Short » Too Short - Cusswords » Too Short - Punk Bitch » Too Short - The Dangerous Crew » Too Short - Hard on The Boulevard » Too Short - Cant Stop » Too Short - It`s About That Money » Too Short - Can I Hit It » Too Short - I Want to Be Free (That`s the Truth) » Too Short - Pimp The Ho » Too Short - Good Life » Too Short - Domestic Violence » Too Short - Its Alright » Too Short - In the Trunk » Too Short - All The Time » Too Short - Call Me Daddy » Too Short - Don`t Fuck for Free » Too Short - Pimp Shit » Too Short - Here We Go (J.D. 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